Story from 131003

writing story

published 1970-01-01 00:00

updated 1970-01-01 00:00

%date 131003 00:00

You are alone, both in your understanding of the world and the perceived notion of time. Memories that flow in and out of your mind, over which you exhibit no control, spill through your lips like a cup of water out in the rain, when the rain just won't stop, and there's no hint of sunlight. Contained to the captain's cabin within the vessel of your mind, your crew worried for you, for them, but even sailors grow tired of water. Dry land is now a mystery to you, but it wasn't always like this. There were times when you traveled trading routes, stopping occasionally at harbors or bays, most times just for a glimpse. It wasn't always like this. You lived like we did, once. Making friends and remembering. Keeping in touch, going out, writing letters and sparking emotion; the ocean wasn't always a storm, but you don't remember the last time it let up. You can't remember. Memories are now items that are lost at sea, you could watch them drift away but their fate lies in deep depths, abandoned.

-Locked into a quarter that dwells in the castle of your mind.-